How could I ever begin to describe her?
I'll have to close my eyes, deaden my ears, empty my head, and feel every fiber of air whispering into every pore of my skin just to see her. To articulate the adjectives that would be close enough to see. For nothing is more vivid than sitting, talking, and breathing next to her.
Cold fingers poked the ball of my shoulder. Bony yet soft. I turned about and saw her. A white-washed figure illuminating the wood room. It was actually just my eyes but soon enough my sight will clear out to see what I wish to share.
A round face accentuated by the tight ponytail of the shoulder-length alabaster hair. Slightly unkempt brows arched on the corner of her bright brown eyes. Her nose crinkled because of the smiles that reached her moon eyes. The color of her lips is due to the well-circulating blood in them. Her lower teeth are crooked in a not unsettling way, almost unnoticeable.
She tapped harder then her body figure dashed out of the room leaving a mellifluous laughter lingering. She wore a Sunday dress which a size larger than her body.
I'd follow out to the backyard, to the tire swing tethered to the sturdy tree that has been there for like forever. She is already sitting on the hole of the tire and swinging erratically in the air. Her hair danced wildly to the monotonous beat of the swing. Her smile bigger than ever.
Her lilted voice always tells me that she could reach the sky whenever she rode the swing. It was silly but I listened. Not because she is my sister but because I love her.
It's only now I knew she was right.
Two days ago, while wearing my dress and riding the swing, she reached the sky and never could come back.
